He Chose Glass Over His Diamond Luna

My husband, the Alpha, refused to mark me for three years, claiming he was waiting for the "perfect moment." Yet, he had no trouble claiming the "stray" rogue we took in.

I found Alessandro in his study, mocking me as a cold "ice sculpture" while Aria sat in his lap. He didn't just give her his affection; he gave her my life.

He cleared my sanctuary, the greenhouse, to plant cheap tulips for her. He drained the Pack's emergency funds to buy her a five-million-dollar necklace meant for a Luna.

But the ultimate betrayal happened in the stables.

My saddle snapped mid-jump. The fall shattered my leg, and the wound sizzled with liquid silver—sabotage meant to maim me permanently.

When the evidence pointed to Aria, Alessandro didn't punish her. He ordered the evidence buried.

He looked me in the eye and said a broken leg might finally teach me some humility.

He destroyed my reputation to boost his own ego, protecting a woman who was actually sleeping with half his council behind his back.

He thought I would break. He thought I would beg.

Instead, I stood before the entire Pack, played the footage of his mistress's treason, and uttered the words that would destroy him.

"I, Katarina De Luca, reject you."

Chapter 1

Katarina POV:

The mahogany door of the Alpha's study was thick, designed to keep state secrets inside. But it could not block out the sound of a woman's laughter.

It was a high, tinkling sound. Like cheap glass shattering on a tile floor.

I stood in the hallway, my hand hovering inches from the brass handle. My posture was perfect, my spine a steel rod. I was Katarina De Luca, the Luna of the De Luca Pack. I did not eavesdrop. I did not tremble.

But my nose twitched.

Wolf senses are a curse sometimes. Even though my inner wolf, Winter, had been silent for years, my physical senses were still sharp.

I smelled it this morning when I fixed Alessandro's collar. A cloying, sweet scent. Vanilla and synthetic sugar. It was Omega bait, the kind of drugstore pheromone spray teenagers used to mask their scent.

It was not my scent. My scent was cool mint and rain.

I pushed the door open just a crack.

My husband, my Fated Mate, was sitting on the edge of his massive desk. Alessandro looked more alive than I had seen him in three years. His hands, usually so stiff when he touched me, were roaming freely over the woman in his lap.

Aria.

She was small, fragile-looking, with big doe eyes that seemed permanently filled with tears. The "stray" we had taken in two months ago. The poor, defenseless Rogue who needed protection.

"You are so strong, Alpha," Aria cooed, running her fingers through his hair. She released a wave of pheromones that hit me like a physical slap. "I feel so safe with you. Not like... her."

Alessandro chuckled. It was a dark, throaty sound. "Katarina? She